Fred is swept up in a net and yanked down a tube.
He shoots downward, net and all. He can't see a thing but can feel that it
is metal under his bum.
WHOOSH! he goes left.
WHOOSH! he goes right.
WHOOSH! he drops down a steeper cross tube, losing his sword as it clanged
away on the turn.
WHOOOSHEEE! Fred squeaked to a stop. It was still all
pitch-black and the net was more tangled then ever. There was still metal
under him. And with the way the wind was going, it was a large room.
Suddenly several torches lit up.
Fred blinked and when his eyes adjusted he saw...
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the dragon.
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several people sitting in his chairs. Then his sword slid past.
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a five hundred foot drop just inches away from his face. Fred's sword slid past and fell into the pit.
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several were-creatures. They made a hand signal. All Allarian knights had a secret hand-signal language to communicate in times of distress. This signal meant they were friendly. (But anyone could torture the signal out of a man)...
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...Fred's senses were overwhelmed and he went into mental lockdown.
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his mom and dad and family friend Joeseph, who once saved them all from a Metal Blob stampede.
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the kids who gave him wedgies in school. The kids hadn't aged!
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his sword heading straight for his face. SHUNK! Death is quick.
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mounds of cooked bacon.
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